Room 25 – a very creative hip-hop

Before the bed time, I met this album. Be caught at the first tune when I just randomly played it.



The love of middle age

When we were young, and we were in love. We didn’t care much about the rest around us. We just loved happily, innocently. We shared such simple, tiny things; we talked about our daily matters which became nothing years later we looked back to the past, maturely.

And we grew up, started to love in terms of the marriage. Or maybe the consideration of careers, finance, positions, families, etc. We looked for the one who would match our plan of life, we hoped to have that one who was the right person for us to step into the next stage of life.

Till then, life might divided into different lines: we might not be able to find the right one during our whole life; we might get married and live happily. Or we might have another different result which we separated from the one once we thought he/she was the only one till the end, but that was not like what we hoped.

So, it came to my life, the third line.

Is it unfortunately, or on the contrary I could start the all new life?

I have been having a very free spiritual life style after my age of 31: work hard, live hard, play hard. The craziness of short term relationship was equal to the happiness of long term relationship, I made both. Just let my soul fly to wherever it could reach, the farest. My love flew toward the people I loved, and measured how much I could give.

“One day, I would feel tired with it”.

I knew that day has come, at my middle age, as soon as I met T who looks like a slovely artist: T-shirt, short, slippers, big beard, curly long hair, an old back bag and a shabby yellow bike. It was the first time we met each other. It was so called: the first dating, but what impressed me was the way T looked upon our first dating as a normal, simple one by showing me the real he.

It has been a long life journey. We have our life experiences no matter it is hurting or not, I believe we have both. They are long enough for us to return to the simple with our scars. On this stage, we merely focus on what really mean to us: family, health, true friendship and life.

My reflections on T, at the middle age, make me keep my mind to deeply think about “The Individual”. We can no longer behave like the teenagers. We hardly to share those simple, tiny or funny matters in our daily life because we didn’t see it anymore. For T, life is full with responsibilities in reality which continuously remind him not to rely on but to be independent. That is the individual, both of us shall be. Though how I wish that we rely on each other and share those simple, tiny and funny matters if we could ever find it.

In the relationship, what if we take everything out of us, let it be unique to each other? Strip off the career, the position, the wealth, the background of family, the religions, etc. Could it be possible that we love each other without rest of conditions but only with extremely simple hearts and souls? In this concept our ego moves down beneath our feet. We could rather wish to give than to take, rather want to care about the happiness of another than himself. We could rather respect than request, could rather tolerate than argue.

Back to the point, every individual has the choice which shall be very clear in the mind. At the same time, the choice itself shall be as bright as the mirror reflects on us. That is the love of middle age, mature.

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Some Words for Love

The one must not be perfect. The mind only listens to the soul which is operating it, no one could get involved and be able to influence it. The one’s personality which has been shaped by the family, the culture and the passed experiences could hardly be changed by another.

Even though, we must have seen the beauty in the one, that is the reason we love. For that, we would cast the fabulous bright, instead of the sentimental dark.

Love is incomparable when the two love each other with their true souls, to respect, to accommodate; to show the empathy, the patience, and the most important is to trust, to forgive, be persevering with our faith.

Love is beautiful but at the same time it hurts.
If I feel the pain of Love, it is reminding me that I might not do perfectly on what I mentioned above. Otherwise, Love shall transcend our emotion and be on the top of spirit.


Beautiful and Free voice in the Sunday Morning

The best thing to do in the Sunday morning is to meet a beautiful voice expressing her soul.

The music is clean and simple, most of the time there is guitar, just guitar….and it is so close to the spirit we have it in the relaxing morning.



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The Magic in the Desert

If you would like to have little fun with desert music?

Listen to this album, it could drive you little crazy, little flying and little excited.

Much impressed with the rhythm.

Let’s rap!!!


BTW, here is one more album may bring more rhythm to you.

Started the raining Sunday with Indie Pop , R&B/Soul

Hectic weekdays ended up with an awesome Friday home party. No doubt that Saturday was for cleaning up the house, then I woke up without an alarm in the cloudy Sunday morning. Interesting that I found a website yesterday: bandcamp introduces plenty of songs which are various forms of music. For me it looks like treasure in the box.

One of the most beautiful things to do on the raining Sunday is being ready to spend all of the time on MUSIC.

I love the form of music young scum presents in this album:

ethnic expressions impressed on me with the free spirit in the music:

The voice: Dwight James & The Royals


An Expat In Mumbai-Anniversary II

It is going to end up two years of my settlement in Mumbai. Recently I have been asking a question to myself: Onward, what are you going to do and looking for?

Recalled the memory of two years back, the moment when I decided to shift to Mumbai, left my families, my sons, my everything…I was happy and sad, full with hope and worry. Remembered my tears in Bangkok airport, heart was torn because of a mother’s love to her sons.

I am truly grateful for my sons’ understanding and support, their independence makes me feel released from my concern and be little comfortable through knowing they are doing well. And there is no less gratitude to my families for their endless love. Because of the truly blessed love I am here following the voice of my heart, pursuing the one, the dream, the peace, the destination.

Look back the past year in India, definitely the friendship has been fundamentally supporting me with both life and work. I got respond at any single moment whenever I need consultation or clarification. More than that it gave me the warmth at the moment when I felt down.

Secondly, traveling is always in the prior priority of my mind. It has been fulfilling my life with so much stunning beauty, so much rich outcome which was from the mistakes.

And of course the LOVE, yes it is the thing which can either break me or build me, which I have been practicing to do in a way most of people didn’t understand.

In the past year, a heart broken separation with V who made me happy whenever I saw him or heard from him. Once I loved and it seemed there would be no regret and end.

And here is T, the one who is now like a sky full of stars I am gazing at with whole of my heart. The one I feel like I have been knowing him for long. For now, we never know where the destination will be, but we know and promise ourselves that we are always capable and willing to make it.

Here is a lyric of a song:

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive.

It is exactly reflecting my life and my desire.

With my gratefulness to every good and bad, I have an answer in my mind for what am I going to do and looking for.

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